Thanksgiving Moon - DM Stith

Raise your arms for victory

Drink to love, drink to me

We’ll start over

We’ll start new this time

With all stars and shadow

And we’re all stars, I know, I know

Around a thanks-giving moon

A misty light imprecise and still from a jagged bright sickle moon

The big man stared him down in the middle afternoon

Hid the blood and the metal

With his hands

With his hands, with his hands…

Oh, is that a star?

Oh, shallow victory…